Skye’s P.O.V.
“How are your feet, Skye?” Luna Elara asked me when I was about to sit on my chair beside the dining table.
“They are now fine, Luna Elara. Thanks for asking.” I answered, bowing my head to show my respect towards her.
“That’s good.” Luna Elara mumbled, and then looked at Arthur, who was now putting some sandwiches in my plate.
“Did you find who put those pouches in her shoes. She has two maids now. Are they the ones?” Luna Elara asked him.
“No, Mom. They aren’t. Skye was in my office for more than two hours yesterday, and someone sneaked inside my chamber through the window at that time. We are still investigating. I am hoping that we will get a lead by the evening today.” Arthur answered her calmly and gestured for me to eat through her eyes.
“This is very difficult t
